User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3094815-20120201005252/@comment-3474228-20120201005520

A weasel shoves her along. "Shut yer fat gob, ye idjit. Things'll get pretty, yeah, pretty ugly if ye keep yappin'."

Unbeknownst to the vermin, they begin heading straight in the direction of Flynn, Bronn, and Roger.